Best Cadet Poems

When Do We Start To Live  

Collaboration poem: Space Cadet and Darren White
Voice: Wesley C.


How do I know we’ve lived?
          If you’re certain then tell me when?
          When? When have I lived?
     Do I live now?
          Is it...

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You'll find it is a good idea,
now and then,
to look at the bigger picture:
see with a broader view
the workings of your fellow men.
A word of advice, if I may,
please, don't stay too long,
be sure to always come back soon!
One learns next to nothing
about mankind
by looking...

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Always Something (Left) To Say


We riddle with change in pocket corners,
sit alone and sing an afternoon away,
nothing but the violin strings
and ukulele play.

Middle of this median, stuck on this border,
with you, sit and sing an afternoon away.
Everything but the engine moves
and I'm sure, had I...

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The  words 
I  write  are  fluent;
my pen twitches,               my face 
with eyes closed,              ...

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SECOND DRAFT

quite a shame, try to treat love like a game,
mother never said -- ya could of been bolder
only thing left you got’s cold, your icy shoulder
come on like an avalanche, snap like a tree branch
gave someone love, just didn’t say it then
on your knees...

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Ambiguous beds,
my drowsy youth,
like warm, Bermuda fairways
and greens.
My back on this bed,
thoughts roam,
hands gesture and write
words in the air —

A window to watch
clouds in the day,
moonlight on the grass,
stars on clear night.
Particles of sun
on moonlit nights,
synesthesia colours
each sentence.

I bite my nails.
Helps caress,
soothe my psychosis,
paranoid of...

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TO BE BROKEN IS TO BE HONEST
Voice: Space Cadet (Wesley C)

The sand is a warm window; 
from the sill, 
     I watch skiffs in the distance sail away from me.
Sea opens to self-sought solitude.

That one day, distant lands became familiar playground
...

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How could I forget
My net-setting
Cyber-space cadet

She’s not really sure 
What planet she’s on
A cyberian tour

From Beetlejuice
Via Alpha Centauri 
She’s hanging loose

Lee onto reality 
Milking motion out of
Inter-galactic gravity

The Space Cadet vortex
Sucks me in to
Her cerebral cortex

Spins me outside
My comfort zone
Nowhere to hide

My face book page
Hacked...

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CIRCLES IN THE SKY


Julie traces circles in the sky;
Wills her finger to connect the lines
So they don't disappear like summer,
Where last sun rays simmer.
I tug at her grass-stained dress;
The hem frills in my fingers.
I watch her write her lines
With serious dedication.
Her bare feet kiss my...

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TATEIAN WHEELS OF LIFE


Twenty Dora-band aids barely cover one of my scars across my chest.  It's my stomach this time. But one hour of reading James Tate makes my mouth curled upward, with an outward breath and smile. Though as morning ended, I thought,...

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Collaboration with Space Cadet (Wesley C.)

In him, I dance, my back strong, my feet steady.
I'm a tiptoe heart, whispered here in our laughter affair 
  with an anchor in plankton, when
    my numb calves fumble in a kitchen sink bath. ...

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SWAGGER

Collaboration poem of
Space Cadet (Wesley C) and Darren White


He can absorb and hide his gaze,
      Pretend to be genuine and flower his date,
      Her tattoos hide him from the freaks, 
So he can evade any...

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Collaboration by Wesley C and Darren White

Eat these grapes with sharp teeth,
This dripping pear with leaking juice,
This sour, sour lime…bittersweet. 

The whirlwind mist sends some way; 
The bird rises golden from itself. 
See her fiery flight: graceful, anew!— 

Drink in the steam of life! 
All...

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she's crying and very upset,
i was drafted in the army as a cadet,
i told her i'll be ok and it will be alright,
she says how can i sleep without you in the night,

i told her i leave at dawn,
she tries to hide my uniform,
she's hurting,...

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Shall I keep apologizing? 

For the silent screaming,
that has somehow, manifested into some..labeled, romanticized , interpreted version of labored anger...
harbored.
You think it's anger? You think it's aggression?
Do you really see me, from thine own given two eyes?
Without that third component?
Do you really tell me that...

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